Holaaaaaa! I'm backkk! I'm realy sorry this took so longgg : ( but while i was in australia my computer broke! i had no way to write! i had an amazing time but i'm so glad to be back! here's chapter seven, i'm afraid its a little bit short, and not too much happens butttt. please read away : )
Disclaimer: Honestly, none of this is mine
"So how do you reckon he did it?"
Well, this seemed to be the question of the night, how did he do it? Don't you know who I'm talking about? Harry Potter of course. Yes, he was nominated as a fourth contestant for the tri-wizard tournament. But it didn't come as too much of a surprise to me, after he fought off all those dementors last year, I pretty much stopped doubting him and when he is voted the youngest Minster of Magic at 15 my jaw won't be dropping.
"He's Harry Potter, he does it all, don't question him." I said dismissively as Lee scratched his head in befuddlement.
"I just don't get it, how can a fourth year be chosen when our bloody aging potion didn't work! And that was a well made potion, absolutley no reason it didn't work."
I shrugged my shoulders and patted him on the back sympathetically. Poor boy, he's feeling rejected, boy do I know that feeling.
"The potion was rubbish wasn't it?"
He grinned guiltily.
"Course it was. The book said three weeks, we reckoned three days would be enough…"
For a moment I almost pitied him, that was until I remembered that he was Lee, and I don't pity. Besides, long white beards are a small price to pay for screwing up a potion, it could have been hair growing out of their nose, or wrinkles everywhere, or loss of hearing. Yes I'd say they got off quite easy in the grand scheme of things. I heaved a sigh and leaned farther back into the front of the couch, my legs sliding out from under me.
I leaned my head back lost in my own thoughts. Did Fred Weasley look; dare I say it jealous at dinner? Ha, never. See, he is the kind of bloke who doesn't need to get jealous, because they always get what they want and it is frustrating beyond end. Besides, he's got his darling Halle to worry about now, I'm not even sure she'll last the usual week and a half. Which a couple hours ago might have been slightly problematic, but now I'm not sure this whole spying thing is logical. I mean, it's downright cowardly, I'm sending someone to dig up dirt on what a guy thinks of me. Why didn't you ever tell me I was so low? Okay, from here on in, I am no longer apart of plan spy on Fred, nope, I'm completely out.
Though I am interested in what Alicia said she had to tell me… Okay so maybe I'll try it out for a few more days, but after that, say good bye to spying… Actually let's make it a week. Sounds superb.
"Oi Angie," said Lee in attempt to capture my attention which is so often engaged in plotting, scheming and what not.
"Yes?" I responded vaguely my eyes still glazed over, looking at nothing in particular. He ran a hand nervously through his dreadlocks and flicked his gaze upwards as if the words he needed would be provided in the space above my head.
"Have you heard about this Yule ball?" My aimless gaze was broken and as I nodded my head, he continued "Well, I was thinking- I mean- I was just… Iwannaskatietotheyuleball." He blurted out. I crinkled my nose and shook my head as if to shake the meaning out of the slur of noise Lee just emitted.
"Come again?"
He heaved a sigh and stole a glance at me.
"Do you reckon Katie would say yes if I asked her to the Yule Ball?" He asked stating each word carefully so I would be able to fully interpret their meaning. Upon hearing his question, I burst out laughing. Lee crossed his arms and frowned at me, clearly displeased.
"What is so funny?" asked the blonde who just entered the room. Lee looked at me wide eyed and subtly shook his head. My laughed faded and my mind raced for some sort of excuse.
"Ah-Lee just told me a joke, boy it was great, haven't heard a good joke in ages." I supplied unconvincingly though Katie seemed satisfied because she bounced over and sat down next to us.
"A joke? Oh, I love a good joke; go on tell it again Lee." She pleaded with Lee who now looked like a dear caught in headlights, I'm not even sure if he heard her properly.
"Yes Lee, tell it again." I urged.
My comment broke his gaze and he shot me a quick glare before plastering on a sickeningly sweet smile.
"Well-uh- Why did the chicken cross the road?"
At this Katie raised an eyebrow and glanced at me.
"Honestly Angie, that joke is hell old, it wasn't even funny the first hundred times I heard it." Said Katie condescendingly and I shrugged my shoulders "Off her rocker that one is." She added in an undertone, seriously, people around here need to learn how to whisper. If you're going to talk about me you can at least drop your voice a little bit!
"Well, you two can have fun sharing jokes; I've got some…work to do." She said adding in a wink for good measure. I rolled my eyes as she slipped out of the portrait hole.
"You're lucky she's daft." I said looking pointedly at Lee.
"Shut up, you've already had a good laugh about this," He snapped "Just forget I ever mentioned it."
"Oh sit down, listen, if you think that she'd say no to you, maybe you're the daft one." I responded. At this his expression lightened considerably.
"So you think she'll say yes?" He inquired.
"I know that she'll say yes." I assured. "But if you're going to take her to the ball, you'd better know how to dance."
"Don't worry about that I-er…well I know how to dance." He stammered as a light blush crept to his cheeks.
"Perfect! You can teach me." I suggested. I pulled him reluctantly to his feet and with a wave of my wand all the furniture had moved to the side of the room leaving a large open patch for my dancing lessons. Fancy that, Lee teaching me how to dance? I never would have thought.
"Er- Okay. What do you want to learn?" He asked.
"How about the tango!" I can't believe I'm going to learn how to tango, wow, I think I'm accomplishing my life's dream right now…well one dream among many.
"Okay, so you hold my shoulder, and my hand." I followed his instructions as he placed a hand lightly on my waist. "Now, just follow my feet and spell out the word T- step to the back A- step to the back again N-G-O step to the side." He instructed. I tried to follow the pattern but I only ended up stomping on his feet.
"Okay now-"
"Oi Lee, you've finally decided to grace us with your dancing skills?" teased Fred as he strolled onto our mock dance floor. I whipped around and immediately dropped Lee's hand at the sound of his voice.
"Sod off Fred." He muttered and I turned back to Lee.
"Where did you learn all this?" I asked curious as to how a person like Lee would know all tricks and turns of the tango. Lee glared at Fred who returned it in a deliberate smile. When Lee remained silent, Fred took it has his duty to fill me in.
"He took dancing lessons two summers ago," Fred explained and I stifled a giggle. Lee Jordan taking dancing lessons? Pigs are flying.
"My mum made me! It wasn't like I had any say in the matter." He interjected sulkily.
"Your teacher said you had real potential," said Fred in a mock serious tone. "Best one in the class he was."
I burst out into peels of laughter, while Fred's grin inflated, Lee's frown dropped significantly.
"That's it, I'm not going to stand around and be made fun of all day." He huffed.
"No, you said you'd teach me how to dance!" I pleaded placing a firm grip on his upper arm.
"Then you'd better stop laughing." I nodded in silent understanding while Fred snickered in the corner.
"No, you-leave." He commanded but Fred merely shook his head.
"Nah, I think I'll stay and enjoy the show." He replied casually leaning against the wall, arms crossed. I shot him a glare but it did not sway his stance.
"If you say one thing, I swear I'll use that prank we've been saving for the Slytherins on you." Lee threatened. At this, Fred's grin faded slightly and he was immediately silenced.
"Now where were we…"
We were tangoing across the room now adding the complicated side step that I could not seem to master. I kept stealing glances at Fred who had maintained his position against the wall and was keenly observing us.
He caught my eye while we were in the middle of the complex switch part and I full on tripped over Lee. Yet we carried on, we were in the middle of tangoing when Fred cleared his throat to draw our attention.
"Sorry mate, but you're doing this all wrong. May I cut in?" He asked putting on his heart melting prince charming smile. Lee threw his hands in the air and replied,
"Be my guest."
Fred straightened up and held himself in a mock gentlemanly matter before he bowed slightly and offered his hand, I over extravagantly nodded and placed my hand in his.
My stomach engaged in a series of summersaults and kart wheels as he placed his hand on my waist and pulled me in close, much closer than I had been with Lee. I situated my palm uncomfortably on his extremely high shoulder and my other hand was enveloped in his larger hand.
"Now, let me show you how it's really done." He said before leading me around the room at a gallop like pace. I threw my head back laughing as he spun me around enough times to make me dizzy. We paused for a moment as we both doubled forward in silent laughter.
"So what dance was that?" I asked. He grinned and pulled me back close to him, his hand still glued to my waist. I threw him a half smile and he brushed the hair out of my face. God I think my knees are giving out, please don't turn to mush now! We've made it so far come one legs, work for me just a little longer.
"The Foxtrot of course." He replied.
"Of course." I repeated rolling my eyes. He spun me out and I lifted my head and spun back in.
"So what's this one called?" I asked before spinning back out to the usual position.
"The spin." He said once I was back firmly within his grasp. There was something possessive in the way he grabbed my waist, yet it was completely counter balanced by how gently he held my hand. I rested my head right in the crook of his neck and we continued to saw slowly across the common room.
We paused movement in front of the fire and he slowly dipped me in the romantic way that only Ginger Rodgers gets dipped. His hand slip up my lower back to support me. The distance between our faces was growing smaller by the minute. His nose grazed mine and his brown eyes drilled into mine as if he could see straight through everything on the outside and right into me. With once glance he stripped away all my illusions leaving me standing exposed, nothing left but me, not the false pretenses and fake smiles I put on, only me.
It was too late it would seem for there to be a steady flow of people in and out of the common room, leaving us completely uninterrupted save Lee who was deep in thought on the other side of the room.
"Lee you daft prick!" Katie schreeched. And whether it be from the shock of an interruption or the shrillness of Katie's voice, before I knew it the gap between our faces was growing as I fell to the ground. This only goes to further prove my point that KATIE BELL must learn to whisper or the whole world may just drop dead one of these day.
"And you mean to tell me you've just been sitting here watching the entire time…" Her hoarse whisper had trailed off and I found myself sprawled out on the floor for the second time today.
"Is it nice down there?" He said pressing the tip of his toes onto my fingers. I swung myself up and glared at him. Now that I think of it, he never was the gentlemanly type to offer a hand up; in fact he's usually the person pushing me down. What kind of a prince is this guy? I'm going to write to the company, I've got a malfunction.
"I dunno…I can't seem to remember anything. Who are you? Who am I? I vaguely remember someone dropping me, I think I've got amnesia." I muttered sarcastically.
"Well, you're Angel, and I'm Fred. Now was that so hard?" He said playfully as occupied the vacant spot of floor next to me. He draped an arm around my shoulder, his hand dangled lazily over the edge of my arm and with practically no effort at all I felt protected. Something in the possessiveness of how he holds me is comforting.
"So, what's the deal with you and Roger?"
Though I had hoped to avoid the subject completely, I knew it was coming sooner or later; I sighed and focused my attention to the rubber that was peeling off the bottom of my shoes.
"Nothing really I suppose."
"Oh," Was all he said. We fell into a silence, both of us afraid to disrupt it, everything that should be said was just hovering over me waiting to come forth, the slightest movement could provoke it.
My silence was broken by a loud grumble from my stomach; apparently I hadn't provided it substantial food at dinner.
"Are you hungry?" I asked knowing the answer was always yes.
"Are you breathing?" He replied sarcastically, resulting in an exaggerated eye roll from the other party.
He pulled me to my feet using those wonderfully chiseled arms…okay, enough of that, let's focus on how we're walking down a dark scary corridor.
"Do you use this passage often?" I had to ask, it was a dark and wet passage that would apparently lead us right into the kitchens with out the chance of being seen by Filch, but this was not a passage I've ever been shown in my many trips to the kitchen.
"Oh yeah, we use it loads. How do you think we're going to sneak the slime into the kitchen? Certainly not by way of the open hall that's for sure!"
We trudge through the passage until we finally reached our destination. There was a small door that opened up right into one of the kitchen cabinets.
"Very impressive." I noted nodding my head with satisfaction stepping out into the dimly light that shone down on the small room. He grinned and pulled me further into the kitchen and through a pair of swinging doors. The vast room seemed to be vacant of any house elves, apparently they aren't on duty at twelve in the morning.
I flipped open a cupboard and pulled out a package of double fudge chips ahoy chewy cookies. Fred grinned and slid them out of the package, soon enough the box was half empty. There's nothing like cookies and milk at midnight with the possible love of your life. Sigh.
I took a rather large bite of cookie and chewed it furiously.
"You know Angie, we make damn good dancing partners." He observed.
"Right you are." I replied before shoving the rest of the partly mutilated cookie into my mouth. He eyed me keenly and let out a nervous chuckle. He ran a hand through his hair and looked back towards me.
"So," He faltered "What do you say we take our skills pro?" He asked.
"What the hell are you on about now?"
"You, me, the Yule Ball, what do you say?" He smoothly asked. The smile slid off my face and I had to put effort into my jaw to keep it off the floor. Did Fredrick Weasley, just ask me, Angelina Johnson to the Yule Ball in a completely serious manner? Here I was sitting in a pair of beat up old trackies, wet hair pulled up into a carelessly messy bun, a mouth full of chocolate chips and he's asking me to the Yule Ball.
"What about Halle?" I'm not sure what made me ask it, maybe it was the fact that he was still a complete player with a knack for cracking jokes where they don't belong.
"She's not half the dancer you are; she lacks your grace and elegance." He assured in a half serious tone. I smiled hesitantly.
"Fred Weasley, I'd be delighted to go to the Yule Ball with you, but if you drop me on the floor like you did tonight, I will make it impossible for you to ever produce offspring."
"You'd better say goodbye to your friend the cookie then." He replied pulling the box away from my possessive arms and greedily shoving them in his mouth.
"Hey, give those back!" I whined crossing my arms. I made a grab for the cookies but let's face it, he's got a grip of steel and a box of cookies and what do I have?
Well now that you ask I HAVE A DATE WITH FRED WEASLEY TO THE YULE BALL.
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